A/N: Well, you don't see much mention of Prince of Tennis in here, but I still don't own it.

Okay, so these poems were written out of total boredom. They were inspired by all the angst fanfictions that I've read. Please enjoy.

EDIT 5/1/11: To answer one of the anonymous reviews, yes, I did write all of these poems myself... as you can see by the above Author's Note. Also, on my profile, I said that I would add a continuation to this, but I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. I apologize!


January 15
Dear Journal:
I wrote a new poem today.

"Silence"
Everyday, I hear
Screams and Shouts
Yells and Cries
They hurt me
Everyday, I'm crying
It's so unbearable
This unyielding pain
There's no mercy
From these words
Worthless...
Stupid...
Unwanted...
Hated...
Mistake...
Ugly...
They never stop
They're so loud
Funny thing is
No one else
Can hear them

Yours truly,
Ryoma

January 24
Dear Journal:
I wrote another poem.

"The Ocean"
It's dark and cold down here
But I have nothing to fear
Because there's no one to see
Or try to hurt me
I'm all alone
The hurt is my own
But I don't have to lie
About how often I cry
I don't have to be vile
And fake smile after smile
But there is a downside
Because I still hide
From the unyielding rain
From the unending pain
But it doesn't matter
Nothing can make me shatter
Because I'm safe within
This one, infinite sin
As I lie here, numb
I wonder why I was so dumb
To actually believe
That I could achieve
Anything at all
Which led to my fall
To the bottom of the ocean

Yours truly,
Ryoma

February 3
Dear Journal:
Yes, I wrote another poem.

"Nothing Left"
You left me
With broken pieces
Of my heart
You left me
With shattered pieces
Of my mind
You left me
With torn pieces
Of my soul
And now
I'm all alone
With no help
With no love
With no life
And I am
Stuck down here
For all time
I feel numb,
No, wait, no
I don't feel
Nothing at all
It's so scary
I want out
But, no, impossible
There's nothing left
To be saved

Yours truly,
Ryoma

February 9
Dear Journal:
I wrote yet another poem.

"Masked"
I am so happy
I am so cheerful
But only on the outside
I am crying, so much
I am broken, too much
But only on the inside
Someone help me
See my true self
Pull me out of here, please
Leave me alone
See only my mask
Let me stay here, always
Is that me?
Is this me?
I'm in total chaos
I'm happy outside
I'm crying inside
But only I will know
Only me
And me alone
Now and forever

Yours truly,
Ryoma

February 13
Dear Journal:
Here's my last poem. There won't be anymore.

"Gone"
I have lost my soul and am without a goal
My heart has broken and I have not spoken
My mind has shattered and nothing mattered
And so I fell and went down to hell
It was too great a cost and everything, I have lost
I still hide all the tears I've cried
Because I fear that I'm stuck down here
But I don't care anymore and have nothing to live for
I have been torn and wish I was never born
I'm in a million pieces but only my forehead creases
Because no one can see the real me
No one can see through my mask and no on dares to ask
I'm left alone but cannot atone
The fight is done and the dark has won
I've been torn apart and left with a broken heart

Yours truly,
Drops of blood fell onto the paper...


A/N: So? How was it? Reviews are very welcome!